I Offered My Virginity to a Clueless Old Man
The middle-aged man spread my legs even wider and pressed his already rock-hard cock against my entrance.
The hot, rigid tip began slowly rubbing that unfamiliar spot.
“Look at you twitching, begging to be filled. What a perfect little slut.”
I instinctively shrank back in shame, but his cock was already starting to pry my entrance open.
Schlick.
The instant the head pushed inside, a crushing pressure stole my breath.
At first it was just the feeling of something hot and stiff forcing its way in, but the deeper it went, the more it stretched me full, until I couldn’t breathe properly.
“Ugh?! W-wait!”
When he shoved his hips forward again, a wet squelch sounded as his cock buried itself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
A sharp tearing pain exploded through me as my hymen ripped, followed by an overwhelming sense of being stuffed and pushed into the deepest part of my belly.
“It hurts! My stomach—ahh!”
I instinctively clutched my lower abdomen, body shaking violently.
The heavy pressure of his cock filling me completely made my chest feel tight no matter how hard I tried to breathe. It felt like my insides had been pierced and weighed down.
Unable to draw a proper breath, I could only cling to his chest and pant desperately.
Even so, the man ignored me and began moving his hips.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Every rough thrust drove his cock deep into my core.
Trembling, I gripped his chest and barely forced out a voice.
“Haaah! G-go easy! It hurts!”
“You fucking whore… saying it’s your first time but you’re clamping down like a pro. Born for this shit.”
Each time his cock moved, the same intense sensation of being stabbed and pushed repeated inside me.
Breathless, body quivering uncontrollably, I could do nothing but surrender to his relentless pounding.
Then—
“Urrgh… Cumming in this virgin cunt!”
The man suddenly drove his hips deep and shuddered.
His cock convulsed violently inside me, flooding my insides with hot, thick semen.
Thank god he’s a premature ejaculator, but why the hell is he pumping out so much?
There was so much that I felt completely full. Soon the excess flowed back out, mixing with my virgin blood and dripping down between my thighs.
“Ugh… Haa… haa…!”
Only after he had emptied every last drop inside me could I finally breathe again.
The crushing fullness slowly eased, letting me draw air into my lungs.
“! Hu… huh?!”
But he clearly wasn’t done. His cock began swelling again inside me. He pulled my body tighter against his and started slowly withdrawing the shaft still buried deep.
Schlick.
Every inch that pulled out felt like my walls were gently sucking him back in.
What had been nothing but painful intrusion moments ago now caused tiny, involuntary twitches every time he withdrew.
“Huuuurgh?!”
When he thrust deep again, instead of sharp pain, a burning fullness pierced through me.
“Fuck… you little monster… feels so fucking good.”
Gripping my waist with both hands, he began slamming into me faster and faster.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
“Haa… hiigh♥ Heuugh♥”
The sounds coming from me were no longer just cries of pain. My increasingly heated core was now reacting, rubbing and squeezing around his cock.
“Wh-why… why does it feel good?!♥”
My legs wrapped around his waist on their own, trembling. I could feel my insides growing hotter and hotter.
The rougher he became, the more he unleashed his lust, growling, “Urrgh… you demonic bitch, I’m cumming again! Milk me!”
This time even faster than before, he gripped me hard and drove all the way in.
The moment I felt his cock swelling powerfully inside me, another torrent of hot, sticky semen flooded my depths.
Spluuuurt!!!
The sheer volume made the sensation of being filled even more vivid than before. The feeling of hot liquid spreading through me was so intense my whole body shook.
It’s so hot…
Strangely, the way that heat filled me felt… good.
The warmth spreading to the deepest parts of my belly slowly melted through me like it was dissolving every inch of my body.
The man held me even tighter, breathing hard and ragged. His sweat-soaked chest pressed against my face, carrying a musky, salty scent that stung my nose.
Even then, I buried my face in his chest, panting, trying to steady my breathing.
That was when my gaze drifted upward.
The moment I saw his thick neck, an unbearable thirst surged up my throat.
I’m so thirsty.
At the same time my fangs began to tingle and lengthen on their own. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Crunch!
“AAAAAAGH!! What the— what are you doing?! You crazy bitch!”
The man screamed and thrashed wildly. His thick arms tried to shove me away, but I had no intention of releasing his neck.
My fangs sank deep into flesh. Hot, rich blood gushed into my mouth.
“Aaaagh! It hurts! It hurts, I said! Pull out—pull out you fucking whore!”
His screams grew louder, his struggles more violent. He yanked my hair, clawed my back, twisted his hips, doing everything he could to throw me off.
But strangely, my body wouldn’t move an inch. It felt as solid as a mountain.
Thanks to that, the hot blood flowed freely down my throat. The parched dryness was washed away by an oasis of liquid, sending shivers of ecstasy through my entire body.
So sweet.
His blood was far hotter and sweeter than I had ever imagined—nothing else could compare.
Every swallow felt like life itself pouring into my burning throat. Something that had been starved for so long was finally being sated, flooding me with euphoric pleasure.
“AAAAAAGH!!! It hurts! It hurts so much!!”
His screams and agonized moans rang in my ears, but they gradually sounded farther and farther away.
His thrashing grew weaker with every passing second.
“S-save me… please… ugh… spare me…”
His voice faded. I could feel the strength draining from his body.
The arms that had tried to push me away went limp.
At the same time, the flow of blood from his neck slowed to a trickle.
I want more…
When the blood grew scarce, I instinctively bit down harder, driving my fangs deeper, pressing my lips tight and sucking with all my strength.
After drinking like that for a long while—
“Haaaaah…”
I finally pulled my mouth away from his neck.
I licked the blood from my lips and chin, then let out a deep, satisfied breath.
The burning thirst was gone. Instead, a warm, powerful energy filled my body. I felt utterly content.
“Now I can finally live.”
I muttered quietly and looked down, feeling like my mind was clearing for the first time.
And then—
“Huh?”
I was speechless at the sight of him.
He was already dead, dried up like a mummy.
His skin had shriveled until the bones showed through. His eyes were sunken deep, staring blankly into nothing.
It was impossible to believe the same man who had been plump and sweaty, brutally raping me just moments ago, could dry out so completely in an instant.
I stared down at his corpse in shock.
The realization that I had killed someone flashed through my mind and my body froze.
But the shock lasted only a second.
His dried corpse began to crumble like old, rotten wood, turning into gray powder and scattering like a mirage.
His clothes and every trace of him vanished along with it.
Watching the scene disappear gave me a brief moment of relief, but an even bigger realization hit me.
“What… what the hell is this… I’m so fucked.”
A curse slipped out before I could stop it.
There was no time to think. I quickly got to my feet.
Ignoring my trembling legs, I fled the alley as fast as I could.
I ran toward home with everything I had.
***
The old me used to only watch internet streams and female cam girls.
Now I spent the entire day refreshing search after search with keywords like “40s male missing,” “40s male incident,” and “alley disappearance.”
> 40s Male Missing
> 40s Male Incident
> Alley Disappearance
Whenever I had a spare moment I read every news article I could find. I was terrified a missing-person report or obituary about the man I had killed would pop up.
After checking obsessively, I was relieved to find nothing.
The incident didn’t seem to have been officially reported or picked up by any major outlets. There was no word of police activity, and none of the missing-persons articles matched the man I had drained.
It was probably because the scene had vanished so cleanly.
The alley had been dark and deserted, the hour was late, and the body had turned to gray powder and blown away. It looked like the whole thing would pass without notice.
But the biggest problem facing me right now wasn’t the murder.
“What am I supposed to do now…?”
My transformed body still hadn’t returned to normal. That was the real crisis.